SHE. (drowning in his eyes) Good-bye!
They cling to each other, and are presently lost in a passionate embrace. He breaks loose and stamps away, then turns to her.
HE. Damn it all, we do love each other!
SHE. (wiping her eyes) What a pity that is the only taste we have in common!
HE. Do you suppose that is enough?
SHE. I wish it were!
HE. A month of happiness—
SHE. Yes!
HE. And then—wretchedness,
SHE. No—never!